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Listen, in between these seconds
plummeting like raindrops -

away from your constant
rotation of breath,
tuning out a fuzzing
whirr of fans, the growl
of idling engines -

behind it all, unnoticed
the slow churn of a motor
deep in the planets core,

and below, a cosmic bass note
(the wheel grinding)

and distant still,
beyond all that commotion-
all the frantic cycles of our being,
faint, forgotten -

the click of apertures,
the scratch of pens.

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